The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink on the parchment was still wet. I watched a single drop slide down the edge of the table, dark and heavy, like a tear that refused to fall. My name, Elias Thorne, was carved into the wood of the desk, worn smooth by decades of hands. But the paper held my name in a different hand, a sharp, angular script that felt foreign to my eyes. It was a record of service. A record of silence. I...

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